Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Grenada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Fania All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.